Are you Human?

Alina knew she saw something there, behind the curtain, a silhouette.
Something passed through Alina. She felt it. She could hear whispers in her ear.
Then she saw something. A moment later. It Disappeared in an instant.
She heard a knock behind and turned to see nothing.
She could feel someone breathing on her neck.
Just inches from her face Alina could see something standing in front of her. it had a head but no face. It was of humanoid form.
There was a flash.
She blinked and it was gone.
Her body was numb and she did not breath.
Suddenly she heard a thudding sound behind her. Like some one was running towards her. Then she heard a voice. Someone hugged her from behind.

"Alinaaaaa!, are you okay?, I heard something crashing and I found you here.", Aruja said in concern
Alina took a big breath.
"We have to leave this place Aru, there is something here, something not human", Alina was trembling now.
"What are you talking about?, What is not human?", she clung to Alina's shoulders.
She was not at all in mood that Alina was.
"Have you been taking those pills again?, they don't seem to be working well on you, you should avoid using them".

"No I swear I saw something with no face. It had no Facial features of any sort. It was just blank." said Alina with her hands still shaking.

"I don't understand, What Facial features?, are you sure really Okay Alina, dear?". Aruja sounded worried.

"I am Fine!, Let us leave this place. Please I beg of you." pleaded Alina.

"Okay Dringo you can come out now. She is really frightened now. The prank has worked is some way",Aruja said with a tone of accomplishment.

"What the Hell?!, now get down off me Aru.", she dug her face in the pillow sobbing.
Aruja climbed down from Alina's shoulders and pulled Dringo from under the bed,"So much for your ghost makeup", she said skeptically.

"I'm sorry Ali, It was just a prank.",Dringo told in his most apologetic tone.

Alina Stood up and froze.
Both Aruja and Dringo had no face. They had no Facial features, no nose no eyes not even a curve.
It was blank.
She turned her head and saw her reflection in the mirror.
Her head was the same as her room mates'.
She had no Face.

There was a scream. But the scream could not be heard by anyone.
The human spirit which had just haunted Aruja was screaming but it was silent all around.
Deafening Silence.
~interspecies haunting is difficult :P

The Late Review -Jigarthanda

First Let me get Straight to the point.
This Movie is really great.

GO get the tickets.
But oh. it is late. Download it. It is really really good.
A class apart from your classic movies.

And this post is full of spoilers.

For every movie, the spine would be its story. Where the characters revolve around the plot, which is entwined by the music and the direction. The direction includes every aspect of the film technically, like the cinematography, the  lighting, the effects, the set etc etc.

Now a Great movie would satisfy those above three lines properly. And that movie is your Jigathanda.

Jigarthanda starts with an aspiring young director, promptly named Karthik Subbramani, who is given the task of directing a bloody and gory Gangster movie. So to write this story he searches for real life gangsters. With his sources he finds one such named Sethu in the all-famed Madurai. How the director gets the information and how he falls into his own doing is the movie's gist.
The female lead Kayal (Lakshmi Menon) serves as the necessary evil and love in the movie.

The portrayal of Bobby Simha as Assault Sethu is done in a way you'd not expect him to be.
As an actor He is relatively new to us but as this Sethu Character he has already established himself very much.

This movie is laden with plot twist classic cult moments you expect from a Gangster flick.
But one thing this movie has unlike other gangster flick is its Unique way of Plagiarism or adaptation.
I feel that this movie had the style of Sergio leone or Quentin Tarantino in filmography and music.
Especially the interval scene and the music preceding it, though it was stunning, looked like something out from a Tarantino movie.

But it was enticing to see someone use those tricks in South Indian cinemas rather than copying a whole film for no good.
The Music by Santhosh Narayan is Ecstatic and rebellious. the background score for Sethu is done perfectly and in an unconventional manner.

Karunakaran as Karthik's friend has done his role excellently and how it was expected from him.
The uncanny appearance of Vijay sethupathy is Sleek and surprising.
Anthe support characters have done superbly well with a special mention about Guru Somasundharam as the Acting Trainer.
This movie has some of those dialogues which would stand out for years to come.
The betrayal of a goon, the deaths, the music, the transformation of the Sethu, is all overwhelming as the movie ends.
You'd really want another movie like this.

Can we expect more quality films like these from Karthik Subbaraj in future?
Lets hope.

~Adi uthavura maari annan thambi kuda uthavathu

Surviving a day in Chennai.

Before we start, I'll set the field why I did this in the first place.

Due to some agonizing personal and private reasons, I did not want to go to college on this particular day, and I did not also want to return home to an array of boring and annoying questions from my then on-leave family and its members. I had around 130 rupees and borrowed a 100 from a friend to whom I will be eternally grateful.
There were no friends I could turn to that day, since fortunately all my friends were responsible enough to go to college or work.(sarcasm intended). I was in full college attire with shoes and all.

And so with 230 rupees in hand I set out to spend a day Chennai, alone.
Since this was all pre-planned I had just a note and a novel in my bag, my earphones, my basic media phone, my kerchief (played an important role in the day) and a funky sun-glass (and an Imaginary Girlfriend).

It was around 7.30 when it was all decided, and I realized that I had around 9 hours to pass.
Seems like a lot of time doesn't it?
Yes it is.

Without out further ado I took a bus to Besant nagar got a 50 rupees pass. I reached there by 30 minutes and the roads which I knew to be bustling with people and vehicles was empty.
I went to the shore, and pure bliss.
Sun over Sea. It was some of the best sights a person could witness on a morning. Taking that all in, I thought, "okay, maybe this day could go well".

At a distance I heard someone calling out to me. It was a PC.  A Police Constable.
I walked to him with fear, as if i had killed a person.

He called me and inquired 'What is the time kanna?'.

And few minutes later we were walking on the shore talking about all those love pairs who were there.
We went to a nearby Kaiyenthi bhavan and he offered me to buy me a breakfast. Yes he BOUGHT his own breakfast. I thanked him an left on my way.
I got the idea of returning to the beach,  sit there and read my novel.
But, it was 9 o clock. and now I did not know what to do. The sun was also showing up.

I boarded the bus towards Thiruvanmiyur but due to some unknown reason my mind asked me to get down at Madhya Kailash. I walked all the way to IIT in an Idea of visting a friend in IIT. but I remembered he was out of town. I started walking towards koturpuram in an idea of visiting Anna centenary library but my luck was acting upon me. It was closed that day for maintenance.
With nowhere to go I started walking, With earphones in my ears I felt like I owned the road. and I incidentally reached Birla Planetarium, which was also closed.

And suddenly my phone rang. It was my Brother. Completely Ignoring the call I carried on.

Time being 10.30 am, my stomach was beginning to give distress calls.
I again put aside the idea of reading my novel in park nearby.
Since my 50 rupees was spent in bus pass. I just had a 180 remaining.
I reached a small shop to buy something to buy where a Heated argument was happening between two people. And all of a sudden they began punching up each other.

Wondering what it could be, I bought a biscuit pack and a polo stick.
I sat on a bench put up there watching the fight. I struck up a conversation with the shop guy but he did not know why they were fighting. By now They were cussing each other.
Suddenly they stopped and walked towards me and passed me. They asked the shopkeeper something, who pointed to me.
To be Frank I was quite shocked at his gesture. They approached me and asked me something.
I was a little bewildered.
Again.
'Thambi, Time enna pa?'
They were drunk.
I told them it was 11.15 am and left the place silently.
'What the hell is it with people and time today?!'

The sun showing all its glory to people on earth, I was walking with my sunglasses and earphones blaring in my ears.
I did not know what that place was.
I found a bus stop and sat there. I was the only person in that place.
After almost half an hour there still was no bus.
I just thought of leaving, and a bus came by that read teynampet.

'Oh Yes!', I thought. 'I could watch a movie in sathyam'

With just 165 rupees in hand I had to plan my lunch and movie with that.
I boarded the bus. and a sudden Brainwave.

 I realized I was moving in the wrong direction. Away from Theatre.

I got down in a hurry. and boarded the right bus.
It was 12 o clock sharp when I got down. The sun was showing off its lighting skills.

On the way I saw a paani poori shop, I spent around 30 rupees for my lunch there.
On the street corner I saw a Amma Unavagam.
I faceplamed my self repeatedly.

I went to sathyam and took a ticket for this hollywood movie. It was about some alien outlaws protecting people.
I thought, 'At last the day is gonna be done, the movie might take atleast till 4.30'.

The inter mission passed.

and by 3.15 I was forcefully chucked out of the theatre.

There again I was standing not knowing what to do.
I took a polo and put my earphones on again.

I was walking towards nowhere when a mother was taking her little kid home from school.
This kid cute as a little panda cub, was telling some stories to his mom, something about some fight. the mom was listening intently. Such pure love only women can give.

I thought I was screwed cause I just had 15 rupees in hand.
I had no other way but to reach home. I was at my wit's end. and had no idea.
I took the bus towards my home and yet again my mind acted up and I got down near Semmozhi poonga.
The entry fee being 5 rupee, I entered and went around the whole park enjoying the beauty of nature that was starkly different from the city outside that was.

There a lot girls. Pretty girls.
Some single, some paired. But most of them pretty. (isn't nature the best?)

Once again I due to some reason did not want to read my novel there.

I left the park around 4.50 and embarked my bus.
There were a three girls sitting in the last row conversing in English.
That bus being surprisingly and fairly empty, I sat in seat that was before them.

One of the Girls commented at me, something about my appearance, It irritated me and agitated me.
I kept quiet.
Though my earphones were on I could not help but hear their conversation about me.
Now, remember that I had been roaming all day, my face was over tanned, My dress was ruffled and my hair was matt and I was sweating profusely.
Their conversation was aimed on men like us who didn't have decency and culture.
That we were some kind of I country brutes who always wanted to flirt and we were the reason women did not have security here.

I still was maintaining my silence.

My stop was nearing, so I stood up. Quickly this girl gave a staring glance at me and turned head head.

I did something I'd never imagined I'd do.

I went up to her and said,'Ummm excuse me, I could not help but listen what you were saying, Not all men are alike, not all of us behave or talk aloud and indecently as you just did. Yes, That maybe your opinion but here this is my opinion too.'

She was dumbfounded and stuttered something. Her friends shocked at this sudden incident.

Before Getting down, I said,'and hey you're not even ogle worthy'.
Her Friends chuckled.

In my ears, a song from VIP had started.

I reached home, refreshed and sat down to read that novel at last.
Inside that was a 100 rupee note.

Fate is mysterious isn't it?
~Kerchief was my best bet against pollution there.

The makes-you-think-deep post.

Life is a Bitch.

Don't think. Yet.

I'm going to put forth a very simple yet meaningful question. 'What is the purpose of life?'

The instant you read the above question you might delve into the depth of your thoughts for an answer or just disregard this post as another one of those inspirational shite.
But I ask you to read further. you will not regret it.

Most of my readers and friends will know that this part of life -where you're about to or have finished your under grad- is and is going to be very difficult or rather dazed, but let us not venture further into that cause there are various other blogs, sites and movies that tell you about that.

But almost all of us in this stage wonder what is the purpose of all this complications we impose upon ourselves and what will be the ramifications of these in future?

There is is this awful feeling that comes when the things you believe so faithfully are not true.
I will show it to you.

What if all this is for nothing? What if you die the next day you get into your most dreamed job? What if world apocalypse begins after you propose to that someone? What if Aliens attack us after you get an A+ in math? Very depressing right?

This is all appalling to our human senses.
and talking about senses, do you know that we don't only have 6 senses but somewhere around 14?
MindFuck right?

Again, why are we talking about all this? oh yeah the purpose of life.
See? so are we leading a life that is not true?
are we being fooled by others and ourselves?
Well, the answer would be a Yes and a No and a Maybe.

Yes is for 'Are we being fooled?'
No is for 'Are we being fooled by others?'
Maybe is for 'Are we being fooled by ourselves?'

You would know why by now.
Awful feeling yet?
Yes, Life is a Bitch.

Once again, the purpose? We're there. Almost.

In all your life you would Have had certain goal(s) at different periods.
At times you might have reached those goals or you might have failed them.
but just after the goal was definitively achieved or lost, there must've been a temporary lull in life.
There will arise a question 'What next?'.

No one knows the answer for that, well at least not a solid one unless and until someone or something interferes.
This point is where life becomes confusingly clear.

This Clarity is that 'Change is inevitable, Change is eternal'.
You might wonder how this writer is gonna link it with the purpose of life.

Purpose of life is Change.
Purpose of life is TO Change.

Now I have arrived at the conclusion of my Blog and you must've understand the purpose of life.
Or have you?

Wondering why this blog is so vague on so many levels? (Wow, I see you shaking you head violently!)
To prove what ever is said of course.

Choice is Eternal.
~Everything is Nothing, Nothing is Anything.

Of Scire and Gott.

This controversy has existed ever since.
God Vs. Science.
On reading the above sentence we immediately begin thinking about atom, planets, space, magic, temples, ancients and what not?!.

The words seem most opposite as possible. You know why.
-In the view of religion Science is seen as the Destroyer of faith and belief of people over the Deity, though this faith is one of major reason for greatest miracles in life.
-Here Science does not exactly view Religion as a competitor, but in its path of progress Science does disprove some of the religion's greatest beliefs and promises.

But lets try viewing Religion and Science as different paths towards one destination.
That destination designated as God or ultimate moksha in religion and as the unambiguous knowledge and evident answers or ultimate awareness in Science.

Lets start from the Beginning. The very Beginning.
-Here science is almost at the brink of proving that Big bang theory is true. Yes it is almost, but not proved and also there are various other theories like string theory and steady state theory which can be a strong competitor to Big bang theory.
-But our religions prove to better at origin of universe, where a divine entity skillfully designed the whole system. Each religion has its own unique and very logical(?) explanation for the origin of universe or at least earth.
Religion kinda sweeps away on this.

Now to the creatures and living beings on earth.
-almost all religion state humans as the first created living being and other animals for his use. There is also a belief that humans were created in the image of the ultimate being.
-Science makes not mistake here. Via the brains and intelligence of Darwin's Theory of evolution Science clearly states that humans were merely a by-product from the nature's lab.
In fact everything is.

Now to a more closer look on this much argued species, no not the cats. Its us the humans.
-Science generally divides things into 'living' and 'non-living' things and we're fortunately 'living'. Science tell us that humans are born, developed, grown and dead as a part of the natural selection process. This natural selection is the main reason we exist or not.
-Most Religions on the other hand tell us that humans are merely a vessel for the soul which is eternal or has a longer life to tread. There is a Deity for every process of the soul and body in religion like Hades as for after life and Shiva for destruction.

Though this 'soul' concept is debatable in the field of Science and this can be taken as a point where Religion and Science begin to merge into a single path.

There are research proofs that some kind of energy leaves the body at the time of death.
Though this energy is spiritually called a 'soul', science also adapts this term.
There are photographic and research based proofs that the body becomes somewhat 'empty' after death. So Religions and Science Hi5 each other here.

It the case of Space and time, Hindu mythology has predicted about the nine planets and their positions almost accurately.
In Mayan and Aztec Myth there are evidences and artifacts of a plane like figure.
This figure can supposedly levitate over earth. So planes eh?
There is a Reference to Nuclear explosions and its effects in Bible.
Ancient Egyptians perfected the art of preserving dead bodies by a method called 'Embalming'. This embalming is a kind of science which is very difficult to perform even now. This embalming was used to Preserve the body of their God Kings for their after life.

In almost every Religion of God worshiping there is a after life.
This after life takes the so called soul to places away from earth like Hell, Heaven, Spirit world, Midworld, Netherrealm, Underworld, Abyss, Limbo, Purgatory and many more.
These places denote that life is not only possible on earth but also on other planets or realms.
This also Signifies that there may be more than one dimension or realm.

Now we reach the closure. God.
How does science define God or rather Universal intelligence?
"A superhuman being or spirit worshipped as having power over nature or human fortunes; a deity."Religion theorizes that God is supreme being who can only be achieved or realized by means of masterful control of senses or Total awareness.
This awareness is said be obtained by meditation, chanting of mantras or pure belief and faith at times.
In science this 'masterful control' means Knowledge.
And knowledge is got from Proof, Facts and evidences from sciences.

At this moment I'd like to give my own theory.
Let us consider that God(s) exists.
What if our ancients studied the universe and its characteristics and gained knowledge enough to become Totally aware and achieve Moksha?
What if these people became various Gods of Various Locations thereby forming Various religions.

You'd also wonder why this knowledge was not bestowed to other people. May be because This knowledge would be devastating in the hands of wrong people.
That is why Such great knowledge was redacted and refined. and was put up in such a way that only deserving people would reach it.

God might have been human.

So I suppose that I have given enough reasons for you to believe science and religion are one and the same.
Let us hope for the best.

~Anbe Sivam

Battling the bullies.

Everybody knows RAPE right?
Yes, surely everybody does.
Because It is what the world sees often, and forgets.

But we totally forget to forget something else that comes up at times, rarely.

Bullying.
Oh, know its not ragging. that is something to be talked about later.

But bullying it is something of its own class, something that needs instant attention to be paid.
Let us see why.
Before I begin, Yes I was bullied, I still am being bullied, and I know how to bully too.

Have you seen the person who is being bullied?
If you have noticed, you will know that the person will be some what special or unique from others.
Its not your House or Sherlock or Hannibal unique.
Its this unnoticed or rather a very significant quality they that have might irritate others.
and why do you get irritated?
cause you're jealous.

Bullying is not only done in person, there are a quite a few types of bullying that can shock us.

-Physical Bullying
-Verbal Bullying
-Emotional Bullying
-Cyber Bullying
-Disability Bullying
-Legal Bullying
-Parental Bullying
-Prison Bullying
-School Bullying

Bullying is not done by a single person. No, it is done by a bunch of people who are either scared or scarred by the growth of the person they bully.

To people outside the Bully-Wimpy circle it looks like simple joke or a gag.
But it actually clash of egos and the cold war is not all that cold. It is Raging hot.

There are times where the Wimpy counters back with either sarcasm or their skill.
But it enrages them more.
How could they Accept such defeat?
It gets worse.
Now the insults and humiliation get stronger and it becomes personal.
The bully group lashes out at the Wimp.
Though this might seem like a simple issue and you all might wonder why I  compared this with Raping.

Here is why.
-Over half, about 56 percent, of all students have witnesses a bullying crime take place while at school.
-Among students of all ages, homicide perpetrators were found to be twice as likely as homicide victims to have been bullied previously by their peers.
-For every suicide among young people, there are at least 100 suicide attempts for bullying.
-Over 14 percent of high school students have considered suicide, and almost 7 percent have attempted it.
-College Bullying is fatal to most of the people who encounter it, as it is more depressing psychologically here than it was when we were younger.
-Bullying is more of a emotional related problem and hence it comes out rarely.
-Bullied people are either left with a scarred physical or mental health.
-Bullies were also victims of being bullied but it doesn't make it fair to bully others.

To Bullies out there:
Why do you bully them?
-You are good for nothing.
-You have very low self esteem.
-You despise yourself for being dumb.
-You have no feelings.
-You are sad and alone.
-You were hurt? but so are people who you bully.
-You enjoy seeing others getting crippled, physically or emotionally.
-You have no life

To others.
If you know a Bully or a Wimpy.
Don't ignore them.
They need special attention and help.
Do your best to lift them up.

To the people getting Bullied.
Don't worry.
'The best way to handle Stupidity is to be Patient'

~Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.

Limbo

He was strapped to a chair by Duct tape and the place was familiar. His Theatre.
His body felt weak and he was having difficulty breathing.
His face was Swollen like a balloon. He was setting into anaphylactic shock

His consciousness was dropping in and out. He was barely able to keep up with gravity of the events that was taking place before him.
He had underestimated the enemy's skill and strength.
He was slowly falling into the limbo of his own mind.
He knew that this blunder would be fatal to him.
It was true. His whole life was flashing before him. He saw everything clearly like a cinema scope.
--
His Family, His School life, His college life and friends from there.
He also remembered the most important even of his life that led ultimately up to this incident.

It was a rainy day, but the night was silent. But deep between the silence was the echoes of a young woman who was screaming for her dear life.
Every single word Anonyma uttered was etched in his mind.
He was lying on the floor of the moving vehicle crippled by the blows from the very men whom he had believed to be good samaritans few minutes ago.
In an almost empty bus Anonyma and Sykopa were leaving home from his doctor's appointment.
Sykopa met Anonyma during his college freshman year. They instantly became best buddies.
He tried to get up from the floor of the bus. but he was beat up again by the three ruffians.
He knew all of them had alcohol in their brains and veins.

They let him bleed and attended the girl sprawling on the floor in pain. Sykopa, unable to move from the mind numbing pain, was forced to watch Anonyma being raped brutally by those men.
His soul was shouting out to the Gods for help, but in vain.
He was seeing blood now. not his own but, hers.
He mustered all his strength and got up and hit the youngest of the group in his face. He dodged the next strike and countered Sykopa with a metal rod.
The rod was bloody even before it hit him. He tried his best to block but he was hit rapidly and thrown out of the moving bus.
As he lay spread eagle on the muddy road, he had no strength to move, barely to breath.
all he could do was give out a muffled cry of agony and pain.
He lost his consciousness.
--
He came back to reality. The situation was a Deja vu -feeling helpless, weak and outstrengthed.
The scar on his nemesis face reminded him of Anonyma.
But he was satisfied with himself, with what he had done, with his murders.
Almost after 5 years later he never imagined he would be caught by the same person who had initiated the unnatural chain of events.
His body was bleeding from various places from the encounter he had before being overpowered.
He was smiling with satisfaction.
Darkness again
--
He woke up from his coma 13 days after the event. The culprits had escaped and they were not apprehended. By then Anonyma had died. and the city was in flames,  flames of revolt and uprising.
His inner self was restless for revenge.
8 months later he found one person of the group in a bar.
he was half-drunk and he did not recognise Sykopa.
Sy escorted him to his location.
When the drunkard woke up he found himself upside down naked.
 A inch long hook was pierced through his foot, by which he was hanging.
He was bleeding slowly from the surgically cut slits in his body. Eventually his heart would run dry of blood. The drunkard was administered warfarin to prevent coagulation.
Skyopa took a scalpel and began to slowly etch something on his Chest.
Drunkard was able to do nothing but shout in pain.
But he knew better than that, that nobody would hear a thing from the 11th floor recording theatre.
Sy left him the hanging, hanging for his life there.
Words Etched on the stomach spelled 'Famine'
--
He swung back to consciousness.
He could see the intensity of the anger on the scarred man's face.
Sy was still smiling before he blacked out again.
--
It was raining. and the thunder was rumbling.
16 hours later Sy was standing before a door that read 'Ex-Serviceman'. He found the address of this smoker from the drunkard's phone.
Sy knocked on the the door and waited for someone to open.
But unexpectedly someone knocked him from behind. It was the person he expected from behind the doors.
A thunder boomed from the sky.
The smoker inquired who he was, but before Sy could answer the smoker's face turned pale.He had recognised Sy from the bus.
Before the man could run, a blow to the back of the neck made his body numb.
Moments later he felt like he was moving in some vehicle. Another blow to the head.
The Ex-serviceman woke up tied to a bed. He felt some pressure in his limbs. No it was not the ropes with which he was tied by. But they were some kind of metal rings tightly welded on his thighs and ankle. The ring was immovable. It was painful to him. He screamed at the top of his voice.
Sy woke up slowly from the couch beside the bed. He Went near him and took a eye dropper and dripped sulphuric acid on his thighs which read 'War'.
He placed some kind of book on him and walked out the theatre.
The book read 'Acidosis and Alkalosis'.
Sykopa knew exactly what would happen.
The rings on his ankle and thighs would prevent the blood flow and produce lactic acid. Unless the rings are removed the excess lactic acid produced would slowly poison his blood. and kill him. There would be death. But the pain would make look death like a joke. His legs would be in a battle of agony. He was imagining muscle sprain in every part of the body. It made him earn for more revenge.
He walked away with a Raging heart.
--
He did not open his eyes. He was not able to.
But he heard a ruffling sound, like some one was rolling on the floor.
There was a loud Thud and it was silent again.
He passed out.
--
Weeks later he was angry at himself. He was cursing himself for his helplessness. He was not able to find the Third person from the group.
He ran the whole scene from the bus in his mind infinite times to grasp any clue about him.
And then it struck him. The third person was the driver of the bus. He did not know If he had touched Anonyma or not. But he had to die. He had his part in Her death.
With a little help from his friend he had the contact of the Driver.
He visited the station where the driver worked. He was told the he had gone to his last shift and would be back within an hour.
Sy tracked the driver and got on his bus. He waited out for the crowd to get down.
Before the last stop he approached the driver. The bus came to a sudden grinding halt, which threw Sy off guard. Before He could regain his composure the driver was on his knees, praying at Sy.
He began to ask forgiveness and begged for his life.
Sy didn't even flinch.
The driver realised that his end was near. He cried like child who was lost.
Sy lifted the driver and hugged him. He took a syringe and injected into the driver's hip. The driver collapsed onto the floor like a tower of cards. The common anesthetic he injected into his hip rendered his legs immovable.
Sy took his mallet and sat down near the driver. He calmly took the hands of the driver placed it palm-down on the floor and began to hit each finger. One at a time. Knuckle by knuckle.
No heed was paid to the pleads and shouts.
Tears were flowing from eyes. Eyes of Sy.
He broke every joint in his body with the ease. But there was no bleeding from his body.
Sy Took a small blow torch from his duffel and burned 'Conquest' on his Shoulder.
The bus was deserted. So was the Driver.
--
He was was seeing flashes of something. There was two people hugging.
Then they were on the floor.
Later only one was on the floor.
Moments later He felt a sharp sting in his heart and his hands loosen.
He slipped again into the void.
--
After weeks and weeks of frantic searching he still was not able to find the Youngest one of the rapist. He used all the clues and hints from his mind. His School uniform, his bag, his face, his shoes even his watch. But it was all in vain.
Years passed. By now Sykopa had killed many others in his search of the juvenile.
Now he was a wanted Criminal by the police
Sy was almost going backwards from his path. Sykopa had become more of a Psychopathic killer now than an avenger.
Until the sudden change of events That would change his life, yet again.

It was the monsoons and the season of rain and thunders. This time the gods were abundant in their blessing. The rain was a pleasant gift to everyone but not Sy.
His Heart was burning with a Fire fueled by rage and anger.
It was her 5th anniversary. He was visiting her grave. The ground was muddy from the rain.
From a distance, To his shock there was someone else standing before her Tombstone.
It was not her parents. someone else.
It was a lone figure. Someone familiar. Someone he could not forget.
He ran towards the dark silhouette. The shadow turned away from him and disappeared in split second.
Sy heard someone behind him. He turned back to a metal rod. He fell down from the strike and his head hit a grave hard. He fainted instantly.
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He was strapped to a chair by Duct tape but the place was familiar. His Theatre.

His body felt weak and he was having difficulty breathing.
His face was Swollen like a baloon. He was setting into anaphylactic shock.

His consciousness was dropping in and out. He was barely able to keep up with gravity of the events that was taking place before him.
He had underestimated the enemy's skill and strength.
He was slowly falling into the limbo of his own mind.
He knew that this blunder would be fatal to him.
It was true. His whole life was flashing before him. He saw everything clearly like a film out of a cinema scope.
His mind slipped

He swung back to consciousness.
He could see the intensity of the anger on the scarred man's face.
Sy was still smiling before he lost blacked out again.

He did not open his eyes. He was not able to.
But he heard a ruffling sound, like some one was rolling on the floor.
There was a loud Thud and it was silent again.
He passed out.

 He was was seeing flashes of something. There was two people hugging.
Then they were on the floor.
Later only one was on the floor.
Moments later He felt a sharp sting in his heart and his hands loosen.
He slipped again into the void.

He heard someone call his name out loud.
He bolted upright.
Suddenly he could feel his heart pumping faster than an engine.
His ears had a ringing sound and everything was bright.
Down on the floor moaning was the only person he was chasing for all these years.
Sy understood everything in a instant.
The last Rapist. The scar in his face reminded of what had happened 5 years ago.
With a scream of anguish he jumped at him.
They fought with each other and pummeled each other faces with jabs and punches.
The once young juvenile overpowered Sy easily.
He took the rod and hit Sy's left foot.
Barely standing Sy tried to get his hands on something to hit him back. But he got nothing.
He felt as if the gods had betrayed him for good.
But the rage inside him would not let him lose that easily.
He lunged at the Scarface and elbowed him in his stomach.
They hit the floor. Sy heard some one call out to him.
Instinctively he caught the Meat hooks that were thrown to him.

He pierced the Stomach of Scarface and tore him apart.
It was over.
It was done.
With the blood from the dead body he wrote 'Death' on the forehead of the scarface.
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Someone held him from behind.
It took him a moment to realise that it was a hug and not an attack.
He turned around to witness the most shocking Revelation.
It was Anonyma.

Or so he thought.

It was Perdu.
The Twin of Anonyma.
She explained how she was also tracking the rapists with a desire to see their lives end.
And also how she had tailed scarface from the grave till here.
She was also the one who injected adrenaline to save him from his anaphylaxis.
Sy's mind was Trying to cope up with all that had happened.
Whatever it maybe he was happy with whatever that had happened.

His mind was like a calm ocean now.
Though the city was revolting his mind was not.
He burned his theatre down.
And they walked into the now set Sun.
~To all men and women alike.